A wonderful thing happened to me today. I got fired from the job I've only had for two weeks. Why is that wondeerful? I've wanted to get a job with this property management firm for about four years. In that time I've wondered why the turnover of the property managers was high but didn't know why. Well, now I do.
I didn't want to complain about it but from the time I walked in every morning until the time I left every evening, I was going full steam ahead. Prior to being hired, the position I was filling had been vacant for two months. I was expected to know how to catch up with all that work as well as keeping up with current work. I was so busy each day that there wasn't any time to get a sip of water or even make a trip to ladies room. I kid you not. By the time I got home every night I was so mentally drained all I could do was go straight to bed. Each day was like the one before it.
Training for the job did not exist. I was told once how to do a thing and was then expected to be completely versed in that particular operation. I made a mistake on a bank deposit slip last Friday and evidently that was the last and only straw. As soon as I arrived this morning I was given the news that my performance was not up to par and that they would no longer be needing my services.
What a relief! I wanted to quit last week but didn't know how. I wanted to make sure I gave it my best effort but all I really wanted was out. No amount of money is enough to expect a person to work at that pace. Did I mention that all of the tenant files are still on index cards? WTH. In this day and age all of that information should be computerized! Anyway I got fired and I'm happy about it. I don't need the money, my husband didn't want me to work, and I didn't need the stress. To make this sewing related I will say that I was the best dressed in the office. The owner commented on my outfits each day. I'll go back to whiling my days away sewing and doing whatever else I please.
I didn't want to complain about it but from the time I walked in every morning until the time I left every evening, I was going full steam ahead. Prior to being hired, the position I was filling had been vacant for two months. I was expected to know how to catch up with all that work as well as keeping up with current work. I was so busy each day that there wasn't any time to get a sip of water or even make a trip to ladies room. I kid you not. By the time I got home every night I was so mentally drained all I could do was go straight to bed. Each day was like the one before it.
Training for the job did not exist. I was told once how to do a thing and was then expected to be completely versed in that particular operation. I made a mistake on a bank deposit slip last Friday and evidently that was the last and only straw. As soon as I arrived this morning I was given the news that my performance was not up to par and that they would no longer be needing my services.
What a relief! I wanted to quit last week but didn't know how. I wanted to make sure I gave it my best effort but all I really wanted was out. No amount of money is enough to expect a person to work at that pace. Did I mention that all of the tenant files are still on index cards? WTH. In this day and age all of that information should be computerized! Anyway I got fired and I'm happy about it. I don't need the money, my husband didn't want me to work, and I didn't need the stress. To make this sewing related I will say that I was the best dressed in the office. The owner commented on my outfits each day. I'll go back to whiling my days away sewing and doing whatever else I please.
